Salty pre-cum beaded on the tip as she took him in as far as she could, allowing herself to gag on his long cock. It was glorious, the best penis in the world. Could she come from this? Giving a strong male a blow job?
His fists clenched in her hair then released her so she could move freely. The sweet tiger was sticking to his word, letting her be in control, and she loved him for it. Whoa, Nelly, ’Let’s not go that far. How about just love his cock, okay?
“Sammy?” His low grunt preceded him pulling her off him and up to her feet. “I’m not going to last long like this. May I taste you?”
Nodding so hard she thought she might have broken her neck, she allowed him to lead her back over to the shower where the water still ran. Hot and fast. Like she needed Noah to be.
His hands on her hips, he guided her into the stall, and the water cascaded down them both. His muscular body was ripped and beautiful, with the kind of muscles a girl could lick all day. But she didn’t get the chance. He was on his knees quickly. Pressing tiny kisses over her belly button, and the hole where her ring had been. Then down her inner thighs, and oh so close to where she needed him. The one place that would stop the haze building in her.
His lips gently worked their way inward, and his soft breath warmed her pussy.
“Oh God, please, Noah.” She gripped his ears and yanked him firmly between her legs.
His soft chuckle came before the first heavenly lick.
“Holy shit!” she screeched. Her body amped up in intensity. “Right there. Fuck. Keep…don’t...stop…” She gripped his long hair between her fingers and humped against his mouth.
His soft slurps as he sucked and licked turned her into a ravenous, shaking pile of holy shit I’m going to pass out right here. His tongue was magic. Her clit was engorged and throbbing, so ready to make her explode into oblivion. Or kill him. Whichever came first.
Noah gripped her hips and engulfed her whole pussy, entering her with his tongue, flicking, caressing, fucking her. Senseless. Oh yeah. This was it. This was what she needed to keep her bear in check until the next season. This man. His gifted tongue and his firm fingers digging in her hips. Hell yeah.
The water cascaded over his head, drenching his dark, curly locks as he continued to coax her to a place she hadn’t been in a very long time.
“Almost there…please…” Her breaths were short and choppy, her voice husky with need. “Harder please.”
He dug his fingers into her hips so deeply, she was sure to have bruises later. Then his mouth engulfed her pussy. Sucking the whole thing in and vibrating his tongue back and forth as he practically purred against her. She’d laugh about that later. But now? The feeling swept over her; her whole body tightened then went ’supernova as the fire consumed her. Her hoarse yells were hard to hear over her raging hormones. The orgasm took over everything and she screamed out his name. When she finally finished and came back to earth, whole and not fried by volcanic lava, she collapsed into his arms.
“I gotcha, Sammy girl.” He picked her up, cradling her like a baby, dried her off then carried her into the bedroom.
She wanted to thank him for helping her past her crisis, but the sound of her slowing heartbeats and his deep, solid breaths under her cheek, plus the best orgasm of her life, lulled her to sleep.
She slept the best she had in years.
Until the pains woke her an hour later. The big, pissy lion flew off the chair he’d been dozing in and stormed out of the room.
She met Noah’s concerned gaze. Shit. This was going to be a long night.
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Trae
Three a.m. and the sounds of the female’s pain ratcheted up again. Shit. Trae had taken up the position of night guard, watching over their truck from the small balcony while Noah helped the female through her heat. Again. And again. And again. Poor guy was probably wrecked by now, but he was giving it the old college try. He should probably go in and help her out—him out. Only a mate could get a female past her heat. An unmated one might need several guys to get her through the night. Shit. The TV volume blared another cooking show. In between her grunts and groans, he could hear the British dude F-bombing everyone in his kitchen. The scent of her arousal permeated the walls, under the door, beneath the cracks in the window. Fuck it to hell, he couldn’t get her amazing scent out of his mind.
But he couldn’t go in there, couldn’t help her through this—no matter how much his lion was roaring to bust down that fucking door. No. He was too scarred—inside and out. Hell, he’d probably scare the female. Sam. Her name was Sam, and her bear was calling to him in ways he’d never felt before. No, he wouldn’t. She was too far gone in her need to care about who helped her through this.
Okay, if he was being honest with himself, he was scared of her. Well, not of her. But of what she represented. The epitome of the badass female shifter, she called to his lion, made his Alpha side stand up and roar. The side that demanded he not only dive between her legs and never come up, but also sink his fangs deep into the soft flesh of her shoulder and claim her for life. Make her his mate. The female warrior to his Alpha dominance.
Yeah, about that… He ran a hand through his hair as he turned away from the room. If he took a mate, a strong mate that complemented him and his lion, then he would have to acknowledge his duty to his pride. They were still without their Alpha. Their whole pride had left years ago. When Mom… He cursed and punched the door jam. Not going to think about that day.
The creaks from the mattress cut off as a figure leapt from the bed and flung the door open.
“You.” The Goddess could be no more beautiful than this beauty, with her flushed face, angry gaze, and disheveled hair. “Get your ass in here before I kill you.” The last word erupted on a snarl, and her hand snaked out to yank him by the collar into the room.
Normally, someone that much smaller wouldn’t have moved him at all—not without his permission, but she’d surprised him—and holy hell.
“What the hell did you do to the bed?” he pushed away from the wild female.
“I broke it, like I’m about to break you if you don’t—”
She yelped when he yanked her over his shoulder.
Her fists pounded a little rhythm in the center of his back, nice love taps to a guy like him. But his lion didn’t appreciate the insubordinate, disrespectful behavior. Hell, Trae thought it was hot as fuck. But…
He stood her on shaky legs before positioning her to face the wall.
“What the hell are you doing?” she screeched as she tried to turn around.
He took a fistful of her hair and twisted her back into position, then gave her ass a hard smack. “You stay right there.”.
“I don’t have to—ah ah ow!”
He planted three more hard smacks on her rounded globes then pressed the front of his body against hers. She now stood cheek to wall, and his cock bulged at the seams of his jeans as he leaned into her. She trembled. With rage? Hell, yeah. With arousal? Fuck yeah. Even more than before. He dipped his fingers between her legs, and felt the arousal. “You like it rough, don’t you, little girl.”
“Screw you.” She shimmied to get free, and her ass ground into his jean-clad cock. Her mouth was saying one thing, her body another. Foreplay. Wild, deadly, the best kind.
He released her hair and backed up a foot to see what she did. A halfhearted punch came at his jaw, but he easily ducked it. He’d seen her in action. The female was pretending to put up a fight. “You can do better that, baby. Or do you want me to spank your naughty ass and then fuck you right there? Think you’d like that?”
She shrieked and leapt toward him, toppling him backward and onto the rumpled bed. “I get to be on top, asshole!” Her eyes were molten lava, her voice venom. And her heavenly scent was making his lion go crazy.
With one shift of his upper body, he flung her over flat on her back, with him on top. “I don’t bottom for anyone, baby. You want this cock, you submit to me like a good girl.” H
ell, yeah, he was loving this. His lion, too. But it reminded him to watch every signal she made. If she even for a second looked distressed, he’d back off. But, so far, the signal was all “take me and break me, big boy.” Yeah, he could do that. But he wouldn’t. He’d just take the edge off and let Noah take her the rest of the way. Noah was the nurturer, the kind one, the compassionate one who made other people feel good. Trae? He was the mother fucker who broke you down and made you beg for it. And though his lion and he were loving this, he refused to give in. Noah would have to help her get through this.
Her breathing got even more erratic, and her pupils dilated. For a second, he thought she might shift, but she pulled back and grinned at him. Not a sexy “come get it” grin, or a “just told a funny joke” grin. No this was a “I’m going to cut off your balls and you won’t know what hit you” grin. Right before she bit him. Fuck! She bit him on the shoulder! Okay, he was all in now.
He gripped around her midsection with a roar of pain and flung her over onto her tummy. “Bad...girl.” He smacked her ass hard. Then three more times for good measure.
As she groaned, and wetness seeped down her legs, she pressed her flank back up to him, her gorgeous ass cheeks wiggling despite the red spots. “Gooooood, please…” She moaned and spread her legs wider, seeming to love their unique foreplay. What a woman. His lion was already purring in approval.
“I’m going to take my belt off and blister your ass if you ever bite me again. Without my permission,” he added and couldn’t help the tilt of his lips at her husky giggle. “You want that, baby? My marks all over your body.”
“Yes.” She shook as she humped the mattress below her. “Goddess, yes. Mark me, bite me. I don’t care, just fuck me.”
The final words stopped him as he slid his belt through the loops of his jeans. She was too far into her mating heat. How much of this was her animal’s physical need to be dominated by a stronger male, and how much was really her? He caressed her soft, warm globes and pulled her up on all fours, her perfect pussy gleaming up at him. Okay, he would back off a bit, but he could still give her what she needed—his strength and command. But he’d be careful. And no more ass smacking because that was going to do both of them in.
“Give me your belt, man,” Traeger said.
Noah was halfway out the door as if to give them some privacy, but he stopped and whisked it through the loops then tossed it to him. Trae wrapped his belt around her left wrist and tied it to the headboard then took Noah’s and did the same with her right. She thrummed with energy beneath him as he made quick work of getting her tied up.
“I’ll be out here if you need anything.” Noah out the door, closing it behind him.
“Alone at last.” He turned up the TV volume. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Screw you,” she said pulling against the ties on her wrists and scowling back at him. She licked her lips, and her chest heaved as her pelvis rocked up and down.
“Yeah, I’m about to do that. You hold on tight while I take you for a ride you’ll never forget.” He unzipped didn’t bother to shuck his jeans—he didn’t need to be fully naked for what was about to happen. His cock sprang free, thick and ready for her beautiful body. He donned the condom and ran his head along the slit of her wet pussy.
She moaned and pressed back against him. “I’m going to get free and bite you again if you don’t hurry up and—ow!”
Shit, he couldn’t stop touching her luscious ass. It was like a beacon for his dominant side. “You be a good girl and wait patiently. I don’t want to hurt you.” He meant it. He had no problem smacking a gorgeous ass or tying a female up and fucking her senseless. But real pain, no, he wouldn’t go there, wouldn’t hurt her. And he was a big guy— confirmed by the females he’d slept with.
But her body called to him in all the best ways. Her luscious curves begged to be squeezed, her ripe, red nipples to be sucked and licked. Her ass… Hell, he could do a million different things to that round ass. And the sweet pussy lips, with the mound of light, coarse hair, peeking out from between her legs. He grinned. Should have known she wasn’t really a brunette. He tickled her clit and entered her with two fingers. God. So hot, so wet, so tight. His cock was dying to be inside her. As he made sure she was good and ready, she snapped her teeth at him again and called him a name that should have offended him. He grinned, smacked her thigh and placed his teeth around the back of her neck. She froze. Yeah, she knew who was in charge here, even though she pretended otherwise. He wouldn’t bite her. That was for mating and claiming only. But a little nibble to prove dominance never hurt a female. Her loud moans proved him correct. This female was wonderful.
He lined his cock up at her entrance and palmed her breasts. They were heavy and round and full. Perfect. He held her in place as he slowly entered her. He would have loved to slam into her, and take what was his, take her hard and rough and fast until they both shouted their completion and passed out. But she was softer than she looked. How he knew that was beyond him, but even his lion, normally the “go, go go type,” agreed about the easier pace to start. Once fully seated in her tight heat, he released the breath he held. So tight, so hot. He could die right here, a happy man. He ought to give her another minute to get used to his girth.
She had other plans. She dropped her pelvis to the mattress and slammed back upward, impaling herself on his thick cock. He took charge again, and gripped her hips, slamming into her repeatedly. He pulled almost all the way out, causing her to express some discontent in a well worded F-bomb, then he slammed back into her, balls slapping her clit. So fucking good.
Her moans became choppier, more erratic; she heaved and groaned and gave as good as she got, never once asking for reprieve, their hot, sticky bodies clinging to each other. “Al-almost th-th there,” she rumbled.
He tickled her clit with one hand and continued his punishing pace with his left hand holding her hip. Pounding so hard, he knew they’d both have bruises for the next few hours, and he loved it. Then when she inhaled, he pinched the little bundle of nerves between her legs, hard.
She screamed, and her pussy clamped down on him, her whole body shaking as she shrieked her release for everyone within ten miles to hear. His balls tightened, his cock released his seed. He pumped against her, matching her intensity.
A moment later, he sagged above her as she fell to the mattress. The bed creaked once and crashed to the floor. Holy shit. Was there a charge for breaking a hotel bed? Whatever, it was worth it. He lay atop her gently, listening to her soft breaths and light snores. He inhaled the scent of his female, his lion proudly strutting around. She was glorious. She was his. How could anyone be so soft, so strong, so perfect, so…his… Our mate. His lion said.
Shit. He carefully pulled out of her, then gently unbuckled her wrists and climbed off the bed. Then he covered his angel with the sheet and blanket—not an easy feat since it had gotten tangled during the war with the bed. When she was curled up, eyes closed, covered to her pale, soft neck, her dark, pink, and purple hair covering it, he zipped his jeans and walked outside.
“You okay?” Noah’s concerned gaze met his. Noah would have been the pride’s beta if they still had a pride. As strong and capable as Traeger, his softer side lent him to being more of a helper instead of jackass like Trae was.
Trae nodded and clapped the man on the back. “Yeah. You watch over the room, okay? I’m going to take a walk.” He couldn’t stay there. Not with her. Not so close to the female who made him want to give up everything just to have her in his life. He couldn’t do that to her. Underneath the brash exterior and hard fighter was a soft woman who deserved to be truly loved. And she didn’t need his scars tainting her. “She’s yours. Take care of her.” He didn’t have to explain further. Noah got him. His lion was still reeling as he beat feet down the stairs and out to the lot. He just needed to clear his head and get the amazing scent of her orgasm out of his head. Think. Walk. Get away for a while.
He return
ed at daybreak to a semi-frazzled tiger shifter and a huffy, pissed-off bear shifter ready to go home. Yeah, it was going to be a good day.
Chapter Two
Sam
Sam shifted positions on the uncomfortable chair in the guest room. Why her mother didn’t get rid of this thing, she didn’t know. It was floral print, wide, and too cushioned. Like a throwback to the 1960s or something. And it was the only chair in the room that didn’t make her aching back feel like it was going to spasm her to death. Her whole body still felt the remnants of all the sex. Noah had helped her through the first night. Then they’d hit the road again and made it a whole hour and a half before she her body went into overdrive again. A couple of quickies—one in the back seat with Dimples while Angry Pussy took a walk, and once more against a tree when he came back—and they had finally gotten past the worst of it. They made it back to Bear Paw River just in time for her to start sweating and her pussy to tingle again. Noah had been a champion through it all. She rolled her eyes. Because his asshole brother hated her. And the sweet tiger, only a few years older than her twenty-three years old, had let her take charge of their lovemaking—was it lovemaking or screwing?—and helped her past her final moment. Holy shit That was the worst it had ever been. Noah had given her the most exquisite orgasms with his tongue, his fingers, his cock. All of him. And she was damn well satisfied. But then the heat would come back even stronger, hours later. She almost wept when it was finally over. She had loved having sex with Noah. He filled her so completely, his soft touches growing urgent as he took her to a whole new level of ecstasy. And those dreamy eyes? Seriously, girl, did you just say dreamy? Yeah, his bright mocha eyes, filled with the kind of charisma and charm that lit up his whole face. She’d enjoyed being in his arms. Underneath him. On top of him. Against the tree in the woodline on the side of the interstate Yeah, all of it.
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